Salt Lake Telegram | 1925-06-18 | Page 8 | Just Folks

by Edgar A. A Guest G t BROTHERHOOD Oh I think as I sit at my window And look at the world passing by And see cares care's plain traces on all of the faces How like lile all the others am I. I The boy on the wagon Is working For food Lood and a few garments new He's Hes out after money for milk and for or honey And I am out after It too The people keep coming and nd going And some of them plainly are sa sad And each one now faring this morning Is bearing A grief or a burden Ive I've had And each one has lived as a baby And each one some evening shall shan die le And theres there's no denying that each one Is trying For the A very cry same heaven as ns I. I The men who are married are working For I or their wives and their children no doubt That man with the team has hai hasa a glorious dream l For or his babies he wants to work o out t And if It I T could coula read It correctly I should know as he passes me by That he Js s out driving those horses and striving For FO the very vary same purpose as I. I I think as as I sit In my w window How foolish I am in my pride In good or bad weather r were we're all here together And whether we walk walle or we ride We Vc must toll tou to fo for the dreams which we cherish And all that we need we must buy That teamsters teamster's out after utter his baby's glad laughter And so when Im I'm writing am I. I Copyright 1925 Edgar A A. A Guest 1 I r. r